Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Feeder

I'm older now
I gotta pry these vices off me just bolt me down
So let the gauge
I fill the pipes of my sink with scotch
the glass out, do my dishes, sweep my spot
I was glossy-eyed smokin weed on my
But nowadays all I really is my family
I solace, I found a gal that don't bite
My heartbeats resembling the sound of pipes
Don't be my dad's senile son
But my momma's death taught me how to treat my
You see, nothing cleanses me a three mile run
help me untangle every dream I've spun

I am at my new front door
I made a bird feeder outta beer bottles on the floor
I am lookin at my new door
And I am not about to bite another poisonous apple
I am a figure, a father figure of
in no time to keep my fuse short
Still I'm, I'm here
If don't wanna love me, fuck 'em
I haven't changed, just got sick of being I wasn't

I will be confined by a
And ain't a mantra
I just think healthy for me to wander
Throught the pomegranate
The ghost towns and
corporate penpushers choke down their marmalade
Engineers of romance,
Avenue performers, twisting buskers
Multi-colored pill-shoveling shady pool hustlers
Discharge outta their car mufflers
My town still deers and wild foxes
My is scattered all around the house in brown boxes
I am an human, I am a man
That's quite of God's plan, you understand.

I am at my new front door
I made a bird outta beer bottles lying on the floor
I am lookin at my new door
And I am not to bite another poisonous apple core
I am a figure, a father figure of
Responsible in no time to keep my fuse
I'm, I'm right here
If they don't love me, fuck 'em
I haven't changed, got sick of being what I wasn't

I suicide better than ever
But it just ain't for me, not my cup of tea
I accept the challenge my demons are presenting though
means being patient with a six-year old
That means I admit when I'm wrong or we don't make
And just we break down doesn't mean we break up
And yeah, we got problems, so what
We share a love that's so
(bring the in)
I'm gonna follow those guidlines
Have a family, stay healthy my lifetime
I'm talkin' oxygen, blood flow, practice
I for a therapeutic tracklist
My dad is 66-years old, he runs miles every other day
What can I say?
But are the golden years, friends
I loved my 20's but I would not do them
begin, it goes

I am lookin' at my new front
I made a feeder outta beer bottles lying on the floor
I am at my new front door
And I am not to bite another poisonous apple core
I am a figure, a father of sorts
Responsible in no time to keep my short
Still I'm, I'm here
If don't wanna love me, fuck 'em
I haven't changed, just got sick of being I wasn't